Devilken

She is simple minded young girl, lost inside a dragon born tear, and forgotten to the vines that once choked her soul.

When she became free she was not sure, because the pain of the dreadful rain on her face, on her life, and on her very words became apart of something that she could not forget.

The lasting crying sounds of wolves wishing to devour her over an eternity made life and time seem apathetic.

But it was then, when the mystic boy of unprecedented zeal came forth from the abyss holding the flaming sword of Ecstasy and joy. Ripping the blackened coils of chains and freeing an endless line of imperfection.

For then the angel and mortal stood facing each other, knowledge of what? Of when and where, was the question on their minds, together they were woven into a new fate, one which would not bring less pain, but a change, and that which we are not yet sure of.